empty for the moment...

information architecture, design, development, typography, layout.
grid, type, search algorithms, web standards.

books beginning to pile on, the most recently read title sitting on top. using the old crt monitor as a book shelf of sorts, the pile is becoming an vertical organic entity. a haughty, layered puzzle of bubble wrap, dust covers, loud colors and packing slips used as bookmarks. still shrinkwrapped, one of them takes a disdainful pose. you can't read fast enough, you'll never understand what's inside me, someone else already knows and you'll never catch up... the opposite of two years ago, when there was no money for more than one (or two) books at a time.

this is a good dilemma to have.

and then there's massage school, and that girl who works for one of my clients. the one with the tattoos and piercings and short, jetblack spiky hair. she is a brat. she is also older than me. more about that another time.

suddenly, not enough hours in the day. some say that time is money, but at the moment, time is much more than that. time is experience. the money will come later. (will it? yes it will. repeat five times daily.)


audio: dave clarke . what was her name (original)